Chapter Thirty-Seven
The Bentley whipped across a side street, the vibration from the cobblestones making Aviary’s teeth chatter. Damien was alert and determined to see this out, although she didn’t know how much of that he had left in him. He took a corner, and they were back on asphalt, passing a solarium and computer store.
His heavy-footed driving had put them a few precious minutes ahead of the train. Aviary was ready to trigger the train’s emergency brakes, but she didn’t want to do it too early. The map on her phone showed the train—with two green dots, Sophia and Olesya, onboard—roaring for the station at full speed.
‘We’re almost there,’ Aviary said. ‘One more block.’
‘One more block,’ Damien repeated, his voice barely a whisper. ‘Operatives?’
On the map, red dots constricted
